If I Can't Find Love Like This, What Is The Point Of Even Trying.

If I can't find love like this, what is the point of even trying.

PUBLIC PROPOSALS — miles bletchley x f! reader

content warning: proposals

summary: a running joke in you and miles’ relationship is how you don’t ever want to be proposed publicly. miles take it upon himself to take the piss throughout your holiday in the city of love.

wc/ avg. reading time: 1081 words/ 6 minutes

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"I SWEAR ON salazar’s right arse cheek if you ever propose to me in public i'd breakup with you." was what you told miles the very first day you got together.

it had been six years since then and the both of you were twenty three, despite being in a relationship for that long, it was still something you reminded him often.

it was not that you did not want to marry miles, no, it was far from that.

you and miles had taken time off work and decided to go on holiday. you agreed upon visiting france since neither of you had never been.

the two of you thought about visiting the eiffel tower, even though you knew that it was just a tourist attraction that was not anything more than a metal structure.

the two of you thought about visiting the eiffel tower, even though you knew that it was just a tourist attraction that was not anything more than a metal structure.

the two of you ended up going however, just for the sake of the novelty of it.

you took a picture of the tower with your camera and turned around to see miles, kneeling on one knee.

"oh no you don't you bastard," you quickly pulled him up onto his feet as miles chuckled, gripping onto his stomach from the hilarity of your reaction.

"it's not funny. merlin, baby, people are looking," you grumbled as you poked the side of his stomach, "we're leaving."

you pulled miles into an alleyway as you apparated the both of you away.

it was a running joke in you and miles' relationship that he would pretend to propose to you in as many public places he could just to take the piss.

he even said before the start of your holiday that he would try twice as hard to carry on the joke since paris was also known as the 'city of love'.

"i think i'm going to be sick," miles leaned against a lamppost as the two of you got off space mountain.

you offered your boyfriend an iced bottle of water as the two of you sat near a water fountain fixture.

"no more roller coasters please." miles shook his head as the swirly feeling in his tummy finally dissipated.

"alrighty baby," you hummed as you tried to throw the plastic bottle into the recycling bin that was a fair bit away from you.

"ah bollocks," you cursed under your breath as you picked up the bottle and tossed it in the bin.

you turned back to where miles and your things were when you saw him kneeling down on one knee, a cheeky grin on his face.

a lady had saw and started clapping, a congratulatory expression on her face.

you practically sprinted to miles and kneeled down next to him.

"for all the bloody places in the world, really baby? at disneyland? you absolute bellend." you whisper scolded as you kneeled next to him, "i fucking hate you, you know that right?"

miles threw his head back in a laugh, "yes i do."

"sorry, he just fell," you apologised to the woman and cleared the air, awkwardly shuffling away with miles' hand in yours.

"cheers baby," miles clinked his glass with yours as you sipped on your champagne.

you finished your dinner and you were ordering your puddings.

"the tiramisu looks terribly good," you peered up from the large menu and saw miles kneeling on one knee next to you.

the waiter who was walking past your table gasped and the middle aged couples dotted around the restaurant were now looking at the two of you.

you started to grow nervous at the chatters surrounding you.

"miles bletchley if you don't stand up in three seconds i'm dumping your arse." you warned.

miles winked at you, "love you too baby." and pretended to tie the laces of his dior trainers before standing back up.

"sorry, i was just tying my shoes." miles waved to the people in the restaurant and the patrons seemed to have gone back to their individual conversations.

"i will stab you with this fork," you playfully threatened with a pout on your face.

the two of you returned to your hotel in the wizarding world, exhausted from your silly adventures around paris.

"i'll draw us a bath," miles called out from the en suite.

you thanked him as you unpacked your bag and removed your makeup in front of the small vanity.

you got out of your satin dress, letting it pool on the floor as you kicked it to the side of the marbled bathroom tiles.

"c'mere," miles beckoned you into the tub and you settled in between his legs, your back against his chest.

"i really don't want this holiday to end, i can't imagine having to go back to work and deal with malfoy's bullshit," you played with miles' hands.

"at least you got malfoy, potter's the head of my department. he's bloody irritating at times," miles groaned.

miles pushed himself up slightly so that he was sitting up and less so leaning against the tub.

he placed small tickles kisses starting from your neck to the back of your shoulder.

he then started massaging shampoo into your hands as you looked up with your eyes closed to prevent any soap suds from getting into your eyes.

your muscles relaxed as miles rinsed the water out of your hair.

"thank you baby, i love you." you mumbled dreamily as you began fluttering your eyes open.

you were about to run your hands through your hair when you noticed something on your left hand.

you whipped your body around to face miles, not caring about the water that had sloshed and left the tub from your movement.

"miles!" you showed him the back of your left hand, adorned with a glittering diamond ring.

"marry me." he said, more of a statement than a question.

"fucking hell, i love you so much," tears brimmed your eyes as you pulled him into a kiss.

that night, you and miles laid in bed, his head resting against your chest as your lightly scratched his head with your nails.

"you didn't even give me a chance to say no." you watched the diamond as it reflected the light from the lamps in the room.

miles scoffed at your statement.

"as if you could every say no to all of this hot sexy goodness." he gestured to himself.

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Stress and Secrets - Fezco x Reader

Summary - With everything playing around in Fezcos mind, he didn’t mean to take it out on you. You aren’t so innocent either as Ash makes a big discovery on what you’ve been hiding.

Words - 2k

Warnings - angst and a little bit of fluff

It’s funny how the world works. It’s funny how two people can fall in love at the most unexpected time. It’s like you pick your person and decide to let them in on your life. Love can make the weakest person strong and the strongest person weak. It just didn’t really make sense.

What did make sense was the love Fezco had for you. Yeah of course he loved Ash and his Grandma, but you. You were a whole different kind of love. Regardless of the time and situation, you were always on his mind.

After nearly 3 years of being with him, the love continued and there was no sign of it stopping. It was the typical ‘best friends since birth’ relationship at the start. Fez eventually sprouted enough confidence (and verbal abuse from his brother) to ask you out.

It was undoubtably going to happen. Everyone could see how your whole demeanour would change, the moment you and Fez were in the room together. Something that as kids, you two didn’t really understand the feeling of. But now the both of you had grown into young adults and were able to reciprocate your romantic feelings for one another.

The past few days had been rough. It was very rare that your relationship with Fez could be put on the line. However, with everything going on with his job and having to take care of all three people under his roof, his mood wasn’t exactly amazing. Neither was yours. You had been feeling sick and grumpy and the fact your boyfriend was low-key being an asshole, really wasn’t helping.

“It’s New Years Eve and you’re still sat there Ma? Come on, ion wanna keep Ash waiting.” Fez grumbled as you laid in your shared bed.

“I’m all ready to go, I just don’t feel good right now.” The washing machine affect going around in your stomach was in full swing.

“Yo I ain’t playin’, you was fine earlier, now let’s go.” Just like that he was out the room. You groaned, slowly sitting up. Grabbing your water from the side, you made your way to the living room.

Ash was setting all of the alarms on the house as nobody was gonna be home.

“You don’t look so good Y/N.” Ashtray’s eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw how unwell you looked.

“Wouldn’t wanna keep your jackass brother waiting.” You muttered.

“The fuck is with yo attitude?” Fez snapped, not taking a second look before heading out towards the car.

“Ignore him, you good?” Ash pushed it further. You nodded your head, not wanting to turn the younger brother against his older brother. Now normally you and Fez would ride up front together, but today was obviously different. You said nothing as you sat in the back. You knew exactly what was going down tonight with your boyfriend and Nate Jacobs, but it wasn’t exactly something you hadn’t seen before.

The three of you arrived at the party and without giving Fez his usual kiss, you stormed away from him.

“What the fuck is up with you?” Ash turned to look at his brother.

“The fuck you mean?” Fez furrowed his eyebrows.

“That women right there is my fucking family to, you’ve been treating her like shit.” Ash muttered before heading into the party. Fez didn’t really understand what his brother was talking about. Had he really been an asshole to you? He had to quickly push those feelings back as he knew he had to prepare for what was to come this evening.

“Y/N the motherfucking party animal has arrived!” Maddy squealed, throwing her drunken arms around you.

“Hey girls.” You gently smiled, greeting them all with a hug each.

“You look like shit.” Rue said walking right past you.

“Thanks.” You said sarcastically as the other girls reassured you that you didn’t. Of course you felt like shit so you definitely looked like it.

“Y/N where’s your man? I need some shit to get me through tonight.” Cassie told you. Looking around you noticed he was on the sofa smoking a blunt.

“Over there.” You mumbled and the girls gave you an unconvinced look.

“Somethings happened between you two.” Maddy stated.

“Yeah but I couldn’t exactly tell you what. He’s just been off with me. I’ve been so sick for the past couple of days. No offence, I didn’t even wanna be here and he was just mad so I tagged along.” You opened up to her.

“You want some shots to get over it?” She smirked and you shook your head no.

“The fuck? Y/N what’s going on?” Kat asked, knowing you’d never turn down a good time.

“Honestly the thought of alcohol is making me wanna throw up.” Their jaws all dropped, but most of them were to drunk to drunk to really comprehend the conversation. The moment you turned your head, you noticed Lexi take a seat beside your boyfriend. Now you weren’t the jealous type of girlfriend but you sure as hell needed to keep a close eye on the situation.

After sober dancing with the girls, you noticed that Lexi was still sat over with Fez. They seemed very happy to be in each-others company. He seemed satisfied with what they were talking about.

“Whatever you do, don’t throw a hissy fit.” Kat told you.

“No fuck that, Y/N your man is down to talk to her but won’t talk to you? I’m sorry, but that’s a no in my books. Scratch her eyes out.” A drunken Maddy told you.

“She’s meant to be our friend, what could go wrong?” Kat said. Lexi left but was quickly back. You overheard Fez saying that she was the coolest person in the building and that’s when you had, had enough.

“She’s the coolest person you’ve talked to this whole year huh?” You questioned, arms crossed over your chest.

“No it’s nothing like that Y/N.” Lexi panicked, noticing the annoyance on your face.

“So if I turn my back right now and my boyfriend continued to flirt with you, you ain’t gonna give him yo number?” You snapped.

“Man fuck Y/N, calm yo ass down.” Fez snapped at you.

“And that’s why he’s talking to me right? Because you seem pretty aggravated and I sure as hell would not want to be in a relationship like that.” Lexi suddenly had a boost of confidence. Fez mentally cursed.

“Let me remind you who the fuck I am bitch. Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again. I can and will end you.” You got up close to her, despite her being sat awkwardly on the couch.

“Ayo Y/N, let it go, please.” Fez sternly begged. You scoffed at him.

“I’m so fucking done with how shit you’ve been treating me Fez.” You snapped.

“I give you a home, a bed, a place to eat and I’ve been treating you like shit? Lemme tell you Ma, I love you and only you, but you trippin. It’s just the alcohol talking.” Fez checked the time as if he didn’t care about what he was talking.

“Actually she hasn’t had one fucking drink tonight because your bitchass dragged her to a party knowing full well she was sick.” Kat appeared and then disappeared. Fezco’s whole demeanour changed as your face suddenly saddened.

“Be safe Fez, fuck knows what Lexi will do if you get hurt.” You frowned before walking away.

“Ma wait-“ But it was to late. You’d already headed out to the back-yard, where you were greeted with a bunch of drunken students, Ash selling drugs and a high as fuck Rue.

“Yo Y/N, we gotta go get the car started.” Ash called you over before you could even start a conversation with Rue. You walked to the side of him and took your seat in the car.

“Ion know if I’m trippin, but you look even worse now then what you did before we got here.” Ash admitted, looking at your through the rear-mirror.

“I can’t lie Ash, I’m starting to feel really light-headed right now.” Ash was majorly concerned.

“Don’t die on me please.” He said making you laugh slightly. The passenger side door soon opened and in came your bloody boyfriend. Ash was quick to hit the gas as you came away from the party.

“Ash please pull over.” You grumbled, knowing exactly what was about to come. Fez was about to complain but his brother did as you asked. You quickly exited the car and threw up all over the sidewalk.

“Jesus Y/N, fuck.” Fez was now more than concerned. Despite his bloody knuckles, he was quick to come around and rub your back.

“Don’t.” You groaned, feeling like this sickness wasn’t going to stop for a while. Your stubborn side was definitely visible now. After nearly 10 minutes, your sickness has managed to subdue and you got back in the car.

“Look baby-“ Fez began but you turned around so that you were facing out the window.

“Fucking asshole.” Ash muttered under his breath. Fez had a million things going around his mind and the last thing he’d be bothered about now was his brothers insults.

“You threw me under the bus back there Fezco.” You admitted. He turned slightly so he could see you.

“I give you a home, I give you a bed and a place to eat? Like for real, what the fuck?” You questioned. Ash was more than annoyed but chose not to get involved anymore.

“I was just angry Ma-“ He began.

“You don’t get to be angry at me Fezco, you don’t dare get to be angry at anything and take it out on me. You fucking promised me that 16 years ago.” Fez was at a loss for words. He remained silent for the rest of the journey. Calling him Fezco and not Fez or baby, really hit him hard.

“You hungry kid?” You asked Ash before he headed to bed.

“I think ima have the mac and cheese you cooked earlier.” He grabbed a bowl.

“I hope you’re okay.” He side hugged you like he usually does and headed to his bedroom, leaving just you and Fez.

“What’s really been on your mind huh? Because you also promised to tell me everything and lately you’ve told me jackshit.” You asked Fez whilst grabbing the first aid kit.

“I been under a lotta stress lately Ma.” Fez took a deep breath before continuing.

“What with Nate harassing everyone, mouse, grandma, keeping Ash in school, keeping you happy? I just been hella stressed.” He admitted whilst you wrapped his knuckles in bandages.

“You’ve been stressed but you’ve taken it out on me because?” You pushed it further.

“I ain’t arguing with you Y/N.” He started to walk away from you.

“Start talking to me then, because we get nowhere without communicating.” You followed him.

“I’ve had a stressful night, just drop it.”

“Fez just talk to me.” You demanded.

“I said fucking drop it Y/N.” Fez raised his voice and you were slightly taken back. You pursed your lips together and nodded your head. You’d had enough of it tonight. Fez immediately regretted it. He knew he should’ve just talked to you. He shouldn’t have taken it out on you.

“Y/N, baby wait.” The words you’d heard so often that night. You grabbed your keys and headed towards the door.

“I know we fighting but please don’t walk outta that door.” Fez watched your every move.

“I needed you, you know? These past few days, I’ve been feeling so sick and unwell, and you weren’t there. I tried talking to you. Fuck Fez, even when I was laying on the bed earlier. You were to busy thinking of knocking Nate Jacobs out to care about how I felt. I’m not a clingy girlfriend, but I just wanted some love.” Tears we’re forming in your eyes and Fez could’ve sworn his heart had broken.

“I’m here now Ma, I’m sorry.” He apologised honestly. Without either of you knowing, Ash had stayed awake. Noticing he was behind his brother, he looked you dead in the eye.

“Y/N are you pregnant?” Ash asked, and when you looked down, he had the three positive pregnancy tests in his hand.

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pairing: Shang-Chi x reader

summary: Shang-Chi loves his red bomber jacket and never leaves without it. You wear it to bed after a night out and your boyfriend needs it back.

a/n: Am I the only one who just found out Shang-Chi's bomber jacket is reversible? I had no clue until recently haha. Just a little something I was able to write with how hectic things have been for me. Hope you enjoy, happy reading 💛

*All mistakes/errors are mine

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word count: 1.2k

“Bye Katy!” you giggle, stumbling a little as you and Shang-Chi wave Katy good-bye. Turning into your boyfriend, your hand cups the side of his face. “You’re so handsome. Like the most pretty face I’ve seen.” You hiccup and giggle again as Shang-Chi pulls you into an embrace. Nuzzling into his chest you softly sigh, “So so warm. Don’t want to leave.” Shang-Chi places a kiss on the top of your head, arms tightly circled around your waist.

You let out a quiet whine when he pulls you from the warm embrace. “Well you’ll be even more warm if you put my jacket on.” Shang-Chi wraps his bomber jacket around your shoulders. “C’mon we gotta get going. And you,” Shang-Chi cups your face in his hands, “need to get some rest. I can’t wait to hear about how bad your hangover is tomorrow morning.” He places a soft kiss on your pouty lips.

The karaoke bar isn’t far from your shared apartment, only a few blocks away. But in your tipsy state, your legs felt like you’ve been running a marathon. The walk to your apartment was quiet, only the sound of yours and Shang-Chi’s soft breathing and occasional passing cars. The combination of your boyfriend’s sandalwood cologne and the warmth radiating off of him slowly lulling you to sleep. You don’t know how long you’ve been walking until your movement comes to a slow halt.

“Hey…” Shang-Chi presses a kiss to your temple. “Baby we’re home, it’ll be more comfy in our bed.” Shang-Chi carefully guides you up the two flights of stairs; thank goodness you guys weren’t too far up. Before you know it, Shang-Chi sits you on the edge of your bed, carefully sliding off your boots. He kneels before you, placing the stray piece of hair behind your ear, “I’ll be a second, just gonna grab you something more comfy.” As Shang-Chi stands, you wrap your hand around his wrist, pouting your lips for a kiss. Shang-Chi laughs and places a loving kiss on your delicate lips before he’s off to your shared closet.

Between you trying not to fall asleep and the tipsy thoughts that ran through your head, you had not noticed Shang-Chi coming back with an oversized t-shirt. “Do you want me to help you change?” Shang-Chi chuckles when you raise your arms above your head, taking it a “yes.” He slips you out his bomber jacket, unzipping the floral dress adorning your body. You suddenly flop backwards, wiggling the straps off your shoulders, discarding the rest down your curves. Your boyfriend laughs at your drunk antics and pulls you forward, slipping the t-shirt over you.

“I’m still cold” you softly whine, “Can I wear it?”

“My jacket? Baby you’re going to be so warm under the covers.” Shang-Chi picks his bomber jacket off the floor, wrapping the jacket around you. “Plus you can cuddle me, I’m like a furnace.” You pout, shake your head no, and go on a tipsy ramble about how it’s not enough. Shang-Chi gives in when your eyes get glossy. “Okay,” Shang-Chi soothes, his hands smoothing your hair, “You can wear my jacket.” You let out a content sigh as he shifts you onto your side of the bed.

“I swear, I think you love that jacket more than you do me.” Shang-Chi kisses your temple one last time as you start to fall asleep. And it’s true, you love Shang-Chi’s red bomber jacket. There have been numerous occasions where you and Shang-Chi argue over who gets to wear it or why it’s your jacket. However Shang-Chi had to admit, you did look better in it, in all his clothes really. Stripping down to his boxers Shang-Chi steals one more glance at your sleeping figure. Yeah, you look really good in his clothes. But even more beautiful without anything on. Shang-Chi slips into bed next to you, slowly letting sleep consume him.

*****

It was no surprise to Shang-Chi that you were still asleep. Your lips were slightly parted, soft snores passing through. Shang-Chi places a soft kiss on your cheek, your lips pull into a small smile. You nuzzle deeper into your pillow, not wanting to wake up just yet. Shang-Chi climbs out of bed, stretching his arms before dropping down for a few push-ups. Wanting to be the best boyfriend and gain some brownie points, Shang-Chi decides to pick up your favorite bagels and coffee from your favorite place around the corner. Shang-Chi quietly shuffles around your bedroom to get ready. With his teeth brushed and water splashed onto his face, Shang-Chi checks his pockets to make sure he has everything.

Wallet, check.

Phone, check.

Keys, check.

Jacket, che—.

Shang-Chi never leaves the apartment without his favorite jacket. This was an odd occurrence, Shang-Chi always remembered it. He quickly scans the room, seeing where he could’ve misplaced the jacket last night. It wasn’t draped across the chair. Not on the ground. Where did I put it, he thought. Maybe he left it in the living room? Or the closet? The last time Shang-Chi remembered having the jacket was when he wrapped it around you last night.

You had his jacket. Oh boy.

Shang-Chi turns to look at your sleeping figure. He had forgotten you asked to wear his jacket to bed. Shang-Chi knew that once you were wrapped in his jacket, there was no way of getting it back without a fight. For a slight second Shang-Chi thought of forgoing his jacket, maybe letting you win this time. He could’ve easily gone to your shared closet and put on a different jacket. However, Shang-Chi decided (for some reason) to poke the bear.

“Baby.” Shang-Chi softly coos, peppering your face with kisses. “Can I get my jacket?” You scrunch your nose in your sleepy state, clearly offended at his request. You let out inaudible groans of words, something along the lines of “no”, “mine”, and “too bad.”

“Honey, I’m going to get your favorite. Bagels from Jamie’s, around the corner.” Shang-Chi continues to entice you, “And a caramel latte too. I just need my jacket.” Shang-Chi tries to slowly take the jacket off of you, but you turn away, pulling the covers over your head.

“No. It’s mine.” You snuggle further into your pillow, trying to avoid Shang-Chi. “Why don’t you wear a different one?”

Shang-Chi knew this wasn’t fair, but knew he had to play dirty to get his jacket back. The room was quiet for a moment, making you think Shang-Chi gave into defeat. Before you can peek from under the covers, Shang-Chi is on top of you. His fingers tickle your sides, causing you to flail legs. Your laughter fills the room as your boyfriend relentlessly moves to tickle your neck.

“Okay! Okay!” All out of breath, you laugh. “Take my jacket. Just let me sleep.”

You take off your warm jacket, pouting at Shang-Chi and his stupid smirk. Shang-Chi leans down and captures your lips, giving you a few more kisses before he climbs off. You try to comfortably settle back into bed, arms over your eyes trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. Shang-Chi sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing your leg. He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

“I’ll be back with your latte and bagel. I won’t be long.” Shang-Chi laughs at the sound of your grumbling stomach. Making sure he has everything, including his jacket, Shang-Chi starts to head out.

“You better bring back a chocolate chip muffin too! And my jacket!”

Shang-Chi chuckles, “I love you too babe!”

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